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He's learned to trust in what routine the island gives them. If things go the way they normally do, there'll be snow on the ground in less than a week, so he's going to get as much surfing in as he can. He's spend a couple of hours out on the water, feels wrung out and tired and relaxed. He ends up sitting on the sand, head down, breathing hard. The sun beats down on his shoulders. He's a Californian, and the thought of a month of snow kind of fills him with dread, but, sometimes, it feels ridiculously good to live here.

He just sits there, for a moment, and listens to the sound of the surf.